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Wandering Jew

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Waterworld

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Peter Hughes, bassist for Nothing Painted Blue & the Mountain Goats with his second solo full length of lo-pop.

Near Castlegar

In January

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Refrigerator

S/t

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***San Dimas poetic-rock sensations, Refrigerator continue exploring the fleshy, under-crevices of self and surrounding, with another strip-surfaced and hands-opened album of rock-solid pop shine. Blooming runs of needles-and-knives attacking, gentle chiming, and pick-you-up strokes from guitarist Dennis Callaci, again provide the neccessary emotional launching pad for brother Alan to vocally blast off from. Recorded by Bob Durkee, and features guest appearances from Buckethead and John Davis.

Refrigerator

Somehow

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***Five songs; four not on the self-titled 1997 opus. Clocking in at five minutes and employing every last one of Bob Durkee's 16 tracks (get used to it), "Somehow" is the most revelatory track on the aforementioned album. Durkee and Buckethead guest.

Secret Stars

Genealogies

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Geoff Farina (Karate, the Geoff Farina) and Jodi V.B. ring out the bells on their second record, and explore the realm of tape loops, white noise and pop (minus the saccharine and wretched twee affectations). Geneologies is an amalgamation of elements extracted from a twisted world of sound, filtered through Geoff and Jodi's eyes and ears, and then squeezed out like a big ol' head-sponge. Right on.

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T S S

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***Boston duo-- including Karate's Jeff-- perform elegant, stripped-down pop in the vein of Chris Bell and/or Young Marble Giants. Cynicism-killing.

V/a

Abridged Perversion

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Thirty-four tracks of lo-fi genius hand picked by the Shrimper staff, Nothing Painted Blue, Mountain Goats, Lou Barlow, Bugskull, Refrigerator, John Davis, Simon Wickham-Smith, Paste. Now barcoded!

Wckr Spgt

Everybody's Dead, Oh No

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***Joel Huschle and Mark Givens’ unrelenting creative output continues to flourish with a bona-fide, proper album (following nearly 30 previous cassette releases) of artistic fired pop/rock songcraft. Noting the importance of the occasion, they’ve brought in Franklin Bruno, Peter Hughes and Kyle Brodie to fill and embellish their sound - both on this recording .

Mountain Goats

Beautiful Rat Sunset

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Mountain Goats

Sweden

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***BACK IN PRINT ON CD!!! 

Refrigerator

Glitter Jazz

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***The fourth album, and first new material in over two years from the fraternal- magic rock institution that makes hearts go bump in the night. Now standing taller than ever as a quartet (stand-up fucking bass!) they deliver eleven new songs that yearn with emotion and churn with glory. Features guest appearances from indie faves FRANKLIN BRUNO, JODI of the SECRET STARS, IRA & GEORGE of YO LA TENGO, KARLE RUNGE from Europe, and MR. JOHN DAVIS of the FOLK IMPLOSION & THE JOHN DAVIS BAND. Touring the West Coast with Dump in October, hitting the East Coast in January. Excellent, excellent, excellent, not since Women and Children First have I ever been so happy.

Big Breakfast

Why Do You Touch Things That Aren't Yours?

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***If Refrigerator is the Inland Empire's Van Halen, then Big Breakfast is definitely its King Kong. A magnificient thirteen song testimonial to the spirit of the garage. Male & female vocals trade lines above herky-jerky quirks of keyboard accentuated new wave pop. Guest help from DISKOTHI-Q's Peter & Kevin Hughes, and the infamous Bob Durkee.

Dump

Women In Rock

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***CHECK STOCK!!! Performing on the current Yo La Tengo tour whenever the band’s Spinning Wheel lands on DUMP. Following up his 1998 whirlwind tour of awards banquets, rock festivals, and A-list celebrity bashes, JAMES McNEW (Yo La Tengo & Associates) kicks off the double-nine with yet another notice-serving collection of new material. Five delicate and moving, faux Brian Wilson-free pop songs to get your skin ready for an upcoming full-length itch. Features cover art courtesy of Aggi of the Pastels. Put in the disc, lay back, and live the vicarious hi-life.